Flanagans Hut and Baton Saddle

Andy and Bill contemplating one of six Baton River crossings.

Baton River gorge.

Flanagans Hut is nicely situated at the bush edge five hours up the river.

Cozy Flanagans Hut.

For a remote hut, Flanagans is unusually well appointed.

Andy on the ridge top east of the hut.

Bill, mountain man.

Mark, suitably attired for chilly breezes on the ridge.

Berry [to be identified].

Andy organizing dinner.

Andy in hot pursuit of a possum outside the hut. (The possum escaped.)

Setting out for a misty Baton Saddle through an interesting native

A view of the saddle, a steep 500m climb through flax and speargrass.

On top of the saddle.

Looking into the headwaters of the Little Crow River, where Bill and Andy found the

Wayne of the main ridge above the Little Crow.

Along the ridge near the Baton Saddle.

North side of the cirque at the head of the Baton.

A hanging tarn in the cirque.

Reflection in the tarn.

Subalpine tussock and reeds around the tarn.

Wayne takes a painful tumble in the speargrass. (No, this was not staged!)

Wayne, scarred but unbowed.

Parts of the track down the Baton have disappeared, possibly from massive slips after the 1929  Murchison earthquake.

One more river to cross.

Junction of the Baton and Loveridge Creek.